Unscramble Beacon Novels & Stories

The beacon was still inside. Madeline pointed to it. "There. Crank the handle on the side. It rotates the mirror. The beam will be visible for miles." I walked to the beacon and grabbed the handle. It was heavy. I pulled. The mechanism groaned but turned. The mirror slowly rotated. Ava looked out at the water. "How long until someone sees it?" "Depends on who is looking. Hours. Days. But it is the only chance we have." I kept cranking. The rhythm was steady. The mirror turned. The beam flashed across the dark water.

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

Sora pouted as I laughed at how ridiculous he could be. "Of course I do Casanova." I replied as we got to a stop. I dropped our stuffs on the ground, moving behind Sora whose shoulders relaxed a little when it felt my heat as my breath softly touched his blushing ears. "Open your eyes." That simple command had Sora taking off the blindfold carefully as he blinked. His eyes slowly looked up, leaving him speechless as his heart tripped in excitement. "It's... It's..." He paused as he slowly turned his back, tears falling down his cheeks. "Beautiful. Aurora Borealis is most beautiful phenomenon I've ever laid eyes on. Thank you."

The Beacon burst with flecks of golden sparkles as scarlet torrents of flames escaped its sprout to melting and blowing up rocks and even mountains to kingdom come. Whatever provenance or abilities Orlov's Beacon held, it must be a Sacred Relic of the highest order. Audiences from all around Earth watching the live broadcast dropped their jaws with amazement. Chu Xun, the Devil who had wreaked havoc with impunity across the West, was now fleeing for his life. Never did anyone expect to see the hunter now turned into the hunted.

​The Great Beacons of the North were a defiant scream in the darkness. From the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Spine to the salt-crusted cliffs of the Iron Coast, the fires roared not with the orange glow of timber, but with the haunting violet-white flicker of Elara’s own essence.

Jack said flatly. "Not a radio. A beacon. The binding agent is a material that the Hollowsmith harvested from the spaces between dead universes. It exists in the interstices. It IS the interstices, compressed and solidified." "And now the interstices are awake." "And the beacon is calling." The compass trembled harder. The warmth increased. Not to the burning intensity of an emergency, but to the steady, growing heat of a signal being received by a device that had not known it was listening.

They hadn’t understood yet: The Beacon had stopped trying not to shine. And everything that lived in the dark just turned its head.

Yes, I like to stare when it's starry. - "It reminds me of when we were younger..." I smiled as I remembered. "Whenever we traveled to the beach, you would wake me up at dawn to look at the stars. - And you'd drag your feet and complain," she said, "but in the end we'd always sit on the sand and watch the sky and the sunrise! - "You always had the power over me..." I shrugged - "I was the bad boy only in front of our friends... remember that time we had sex in the sea... in Buzios?" I said.

The night air smells like rain and metal. “There,” she says, pointing to a shimmer in the distance. A ripple of light across the surface — faint, almost imperceptible, but unmistakably artificial. “Is that—?” “The beacon,” she whispers. “It’s live again.” We move closer, our breaths syncing with the rhythm of the waves. The hum grows louder, layered with a pattern I’ve never heard before. It’s not random. It’s a message. Lena kneels, pulling out her scanner. The device flickers, casting pale blue light across her face. “It’s repeating something… three short pulses, one long. Over and over.”